Story 1:The other day, I went into a hardware store to get a new battery for my guitar tuner. (The other battery had worked for almost 7 years?! Fascinating!) At the counter, I asked the dude to show me the various types that they had. He pulls out only two options with a cost difference of about 200 shillings. I’ve always preferred one of the brands but nonetheless I have this conversation with the sales guy…

“Hmm… which of the two is more long lasting?”

“Eh… both are quite good actually”

“But isn’t brand X the better one?” (the one that i like and that is more costly than the other)

“Yes”, he says kinda hesitantly. “Mmm…. It is the better one”.

I buy the brand that I prefer.

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Story 2:I took my sister shopping the other day and she was trying out some of the clothes, which is how I ended up hanging out in the hallway of dressing rooms. Out of one of them steps a young lady who asks me, “Do you think this dress is as cute as I think it is?”

I am caught by surprise and because I am being diplomatic, I respond, “Hmm… It’s hard for me to say because you’re wearing something else inside” (It’s true, she had a shirt or something underneath but also, I just didn’t sense that it was a good dress choice).

“I really like it”, she continues. “Especially this little bow and the shine…”

“Yes, I like that it has a bit of a shimmer-shine”, I agree.

She then pulls out the other ones that she had been trying on… I see one that looks really cool and potentially, much better.

“How about that one?” I point at it. “That one has potential…”

“Hmm… no. I didn’t like that one. I love this one”, she points to the one she has on.

That’s when I realise, she really didn’t want or need my opinion. She had made a choice already even before she spoke to me!

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Just like me, when buying the battery, and now like my lady-friend-shopper… we both knew exactly what we wanted long before we sought a second opinion.

And beloved, so do you!

Love, love, m

]]>https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/11/21/the-answers-we-already-have/feed/4mutheuWho Is Speaking Into Your Life?https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/26/who-is-speaking-into-your-life/
https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/26/who-is-speaking-into-your-life/#commentsFri, 26 Oct 2012 10:06:05 +0000http://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/?p=3471]]>I’m currently taking a course and in the last class, the coach asked that we refrain from reading any books besides the course texts for the 3 month duration of the course. I was completely floored by that request because I’m an avid reader; books are my thing; I read constantly; I love books; call me “Reader”! So you can imagine my resistance to this suggestion.

“This is sacrifice!” I said to her dazed. She reminded me that I didn’t have to do what she suggested but she is making the recommendation that if I do, I will be surprised by the “result”. The coach’s premise was that we often allow too many voices to speak into our lives when we actually would be better off listening deeply to ourselves and to God. This got me really thinking and wondering: how many people am I allowing to speak into my life every day, in the form of books, movies, programmes, friends and strangers?

What I have learnt this year is that indeed, I do have the wisdom to do my life and do it well. We are all equipped with the internal resources to live our best lives. To tap into what is readily available inside us though, we do have to take the time to be still and listen. For many of us, it’s a process of re-discovery; re-discovering that we are wise and whole and able. Doesn’t mean that there is no place for welcoming other people to speak into our lives. There is. We are wired and made for community; it is part of our human experience. What is called for though is a sense of discernment – choosing which voices to welcome and even then, being able to be still and weigh what is shared against our own internal wisdom and knowing.

So I am going to try my coach’s suggestion and “fast” from the constant companionship of books and see what happens. Already I am grateful for the prompting to begin questioning the influence of others in my life. I look forward to see what happens with more listening; less outside voices.

What about you beloveds? How many voices are you allowing to speak into your life? Could you use more internal listening and trusting yourself and your God? As the weekend begins, I wish you moments of stillness and the growing confidence that they bring, that you have all that you need to build your best, deepest, fullest life.

Happy weekend. Love, love, m

]]>https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/26/who-is-speaking-into-your-life/feed/12mutheustock-photo-two-women-whisper-to-third-ear-closeup-photo-against-white-51565213monday inspiration: the spaces we inhabithttps://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/22/monday-inspiration-the-spaces-we-inhabit/
https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/22/monday-inspiration-the-spaces-we-inhabit/#respondMon, 22 Oct 2012 13:38:21 +0000http://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/?p=3442]]>i’ve heard that the spaces in which we live are a reflection of who we are; that the state of our external spaces echo our internal space; clutter is not just clutter. by clearing the spaces in which we live we can affect what’s going on inside. i’m not sure it’s thaaaat deep but i do know that in my own experience, cleaning my room has led to a calmer feeling; removing clutter has left me feeling lighter; easier; more flowing.

“The spaces we inhabit and each thing within them hold our extended sense of self.”

i am currently rather obsessed with the idea of re-designing my home. (at the same time, i am also in the process of redesigning and re-embodying my life :- )* one of the looks that i am absolutely loving is white spaces, like the inspiring pics below. enjoy.

and what about you beloveds, what’s your take on the relationship between internal and external space? your experience of the same? what one thing can you do this week to make your external space more of what you want?

]]>https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/22/monday-inspiration-the-spaces-we-inhabit/feed/0mutheuwhite bedroom with some colourwhite space with shelves44050902574699222_fMl70IVx_cspace with pillowsinspiration: funky collaborationshttps://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/inspiration-funky-collaborations/
https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/15/inspiration-funky-collaborations/#commentsMon, 15 Oct 2012 08:40:57 +0000http://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/?p=3428]]>collaborations between the arts and any other sector, make me happy; as i have mentioned here and here :- )* so, i am loving the new limited edition cans of Campbell’s Soup that draw inspiration from Andy Warhol’s famous work on the same. love!

What’s your favourite colour beloved? I’m currently in love with YELLOW. Completely. I want to change my sitting room wall to yellow. I want to wear it – accessories and clothes that are organic-egg-yolk-yellow! Love.

Just the other day I was thinking about it and realised that my favourite colour has changed or changes over time. I wonder if this is the case for everyone – that our favourite colours change with our life; situations; experiences; place of being; age… Curious.

I once asked my daughter, Sweetpea, this question and got a response that was kinda like this… “Green… Pink… Purple… Blue… Red… Yellow…” on and on. Wasn’t sure if she doesn’t understand the word favourite or that she just loves them all! :- )* I figured she loves them all.

So beloved, what about you? What’s your current favourite colour?

Have a bright and sunshiny week, the colour of yellow :- )*

Love, love, m

]]>https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/monday-inspiration-favourite-colours/feed/0mutheu220px-Color_icon_yellow.svgwhen’s the last time you held someone’s hand?https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/09/13/whens-the-last-time-you-held-someones-hand/
https://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/2012/09/13/whens-the-last-time-you-held-someones-hand/#respondThu, 13 Sep 2012 06:59:22 +0000http://sweetfreshlove.wordpress.com/?p=3396]]>this is the story of how i ended up holding hands with another parent walking to my daughter’s class…

SweetPea and her friend were walking hand in hand and asked the mummies to hold hands too. what was i going to say? “adults don’t hold hands?! she’s not my friend? adults don’t do that?” yikes! and actually, i can’t remember the last time i held hands with someone, so it was a nice reminder that i dont do it often enough. so yes, we held hands to class!

what about you beloved, when’s the last time you held someone’s hand? just for the joy of it.

the day danielle laporte announced that she was working on a book, i started waiting for it.

part 2:

it finally became available in bookstores all over America.

part 3:

my sister, the new yorker, is heading home for a visit a couple months after the launch of the book. she asks” anything you want from this end?” my list is two things: one is danielle laporte’s book; the other is the backyardigans, a cartoon that my daughter absolutely loves but is unavailable here.

part 4:

she lands; she apologises. “so sorry, i didn’t bring your book”.

part 5:

deflated.

part 6:

my life is going on. occasionally i stop and wonder how i’ll get the fire starter sessions.

and then…

my pal; accountability buddy; friend mentions, “my brother is coming home from the U.S”. “cool.” I say “have a wonderful visit with him.”

brother arrives and as we’re catching up on phone, she says.. “oh and guess what book i have? yeah.. i asked him to bring it and he did”. The Fire Starter Sessions which we have both been craving is here!

fast forward to tonight and the book is sitting by my bedside as i close it and turn in to sleep. i am loving every page and what perfect, perfect timing to arrive to me! it feels kinda unreal that finally, it is here – by my bedside. long time coming yet here it is.

best part beloveds:

The things and people you deeply desire are making their way to you… sometimes in a long, circuitous route and one day, you will find them, resting gentle; real; easy, by your bedside.